Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.